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"
They
have
the
largest
child
's
sizes
.
"
"
Where
is
the
boys
'
department
?
"
inquired
Mr.
Button
,
shifting
his
ground
desperately
.
He
felt
that
the
clerk
must
surely
scent
his
shameful
secret
.
"
Right
here
.
"
"
Well
--
--
"
He
hesitated
.
The
notion
of
dressing
his
son
in
men
's
clothes
was
repugnant
to
him
.
If
,
say
,
he
could
only
find
a
very
large
boy
's
suit
,
he
might
cut
off
that
long
and
awful
beard
,
dye
the
white
hair
brown
,
and
thus
manage
to
conceal
the
worst
,
and
to
retain
something
of
his
own
self-respect
--
not
to
mention
his
position
in
Baltimore
society
.
But
a
frantic
inspection
of
the
boys
'
department
revealed
no
suits
to
fit
the
new-born
Button
.
He
blamed
the
store
,
of
course
--
in
such
cases
it
is
the
thing
to
blame
the
store
.
"
How
old
did
you
say
that
boy
of
yours
was
?
"
demanded
the
clerk
curiously
.
"
He
's
--
sixteen
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
beg
your
pardon
.
I
thought
you
said
six
hours
.
You
'll
find
the
youths
'
department
in
the
next
aisle
.
"
Mr.
Button
turned
miserably
away
.
Then
he
stopped
,
brightened
,
and
pointed
his
finger
toward
a
dressed
dummy
in
the
window
display
.
"
There
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
I
'll
take
that
suit
,
out
there
on
the
dummy
.
"
The
clerk
stared
.
"
Why
,
"
he
protested
,
"
that
's
not
a
child
's
suit
.
At
least
it
is
,
but
it
's
for
fancy
dress
.
You
could
wear
it
yourself
!
"
